Magpie Moment

He daringly landed on the outside sill, his head cocked to one side, eyeing me with his jet-black beads.  His feathers were plumped up, newly preened and gleaming coal black and opalescent blue.  He began to peck at the window, slowly, more quickly, desperately, as the sun shone and bounced off the silver backing; a book he could see, but couldn't reach.  Forbidden Treasure.

Body aware

I can feel my heart thudding; painfully; heaving it's way up my gullet and pulsing in my throat; A small bead of salty sweat is making it's way slowly, oh so slowly, down my forehead, pausing to gather momentum in my eyelashes before dropping to my check and continuing it's slow torturous journey to my chin. How can such a small droplet cause so much pain? I can't wipe it away or I'll lose my concentration but every fibre in my being is aware of this tiny, tiny sweat teardrop.